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--THE BURROFRESHMAN PROPHECYI am only a Fish, but I have beenSelected by all a prophecy to pen.Now don't you know, one and all,That such a task would be our downfall?A prophecy I cannot write, 'tis true,But of a dream I had I'll tell to you.I had gone on a camp out in the wild,And was very tired frem tramping many a mile.I looked about and saw a post near byWhich read: "Three miles to Mars." I rubbed my eyeAnd looked again, but it was there;So on I walked, and never stopped to stare.As into the city of Marsite Mars I went,I met a man whose shoulders were bent.We sat and began to talk. He said he hadIved in another world when a lad,And now all his friends had come up there.I was the last to climb the long, straight stair.He began to tell the news and I foundThat ruler of all this wealth and groundWas Queen Lucile House, a fish of '22;Her king by choice was Jack Weaver, who had been trueTo her. The greatest place in the landWas a school for cripples run by John Chamberlain.As assistants Mary Evans taught Science, and BerniceWas Engl:sh prof. Robert Ritche had a leaseUpon the school. He was the richest man of the (layAnd selfish, too. His wife, little Lorene Gray,Weighed 750 pounds, but always had an open purseOf gold for her old friend, Rita Cash, who was a nurse.Baseball was the greatest sport, and all the boys would stealA free pass to see the great swatter, Babe Lenox Mayfield.He would knock the ball so far it would take a weekTo follow in an aeroplane and reach the creekWhere it fell. Hallum Webb was the masterOf a circus of trained snakes. L. E. Seaman was a pastorOf a church no larger than a cow stall.But marvel my surprise, when I saw Mary Lou HallAnd beheld a Theda Bara, tall and slim.She was wicked, she was bold, but as it was dimShe recognized me not. Then I sawA mighty grocery store, thirty stories high,Owned by Joe Harrington; his fame had reached the sky.The most unkemp tramp that ever passedBefore my eye was Wilbur Jeter; his riches did not last.I was feeling awful queer when I woke and foundThat after all I was still on the ground.Now, friends, although this has been only a dream, 'tis true;Please don't let your future be any worse than I've pictured you.I, c22 Ie